This weekend we're going to the beach for a few days. A couple weeks ago we decided to go so I called and got a condo, and we're all set. It's one of the perks of living a couple hours from the beach . . . short notice and last minute trips.
This is supposed to be a laid back relaxing trip, and it will be . . . once I finish packing. To me packing is an Olympic sport. I have lists and lists for my lists. Everything is labeled and categorized, and I almost always load the car myself? Why? Because everything must go in a particular place. You load the car wrong and you start the trip off on the wrong foot.
So after spending three days packing for a weekend trip, I realized that I better start working out the logistics of our July road trip ASAP. I mean we're going to be gone seven nights. We're hitting five different cities/towns and covering over 2000 miles. We have to plan for different weather conditions and different climates. We have to be prepared for summer in the South and winter (slight or huge exaggeration . . . should just say cooler temps) in the mountains. Snacks and toys and games all have to be easily accessed and easily unloaded. I've already started my lists and planning where everything will go. I'm so excited. I'm in my element . . .
My younger less organized sister thinks this is all ridiculous. "Her motto is "there's always a Walmart or Target nearby", and she once went on vacation and forgot her underwear. I was appalled!
And now I'm off to finish . . . happy packing everyone!
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